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How Imposter Syndrome Fosters Unreliable Advice

The main thing holding my rate down for the early years was personal discomfort with being “worth” the types of rates which I desired to charge. I dealt with (deal with?) impostor syndrome frequently and had little context for what alchemy one needs to work to justify professional rates.

Spoiler alert: there is virtually no difference in the mechanics of work done between $100 an hour, $200 an hour, and $30k a week — all of the leveling up there is in sophistication on who you go after, what engagements you propose and deliver, and how you package things for clients.

Talking about money (Kalzumeus, Patrick McKenzie) The same page indicates he has a net worth of at least a million dollars. Good for him.

But, in some sense, I don't think he actually knows what he is doing.

When I homeschooled my sons, my oldest liked to announce the answer and then get annoyed when I asked "Okay, but how do you get the answer?" because he didn't actually know how to derive the …

Cats: Our Evil Overlords

Over the years, a lot of my friends have been internet friends. Many of them were women whose husbands were IT professionals. One day, one such friend told me the following anecdote (written up from memory): Her husband was contracted to do some IT work for some sort of financial institution. In the process of testing the system, he used their cat's name with their actual address as a sample file.

This was just a test of the system and the information really shouldn't have been available to anyone else. But, they soon began getting credit card offers for the cat at their house.

One day, as a joke, my friend decided to fill out one of the credit card applications the cat had received. For "job," she indicated "I do not work. I have servants who go out and earn money for me."

She continued on in that vein for the entire application, describing the cat as the household's evil overlord and her and her husband as its servants who brought it food, pai…

February 19, 2017: A Red Letter Day for Women on HN

Three days ago, two articles I submitted made the front page of Hacker News at the same time:

As Obesity Rises, Remote Pacific Islands Plan to Abandon Junk Food
Can Changing When And What We Eat Help Outwit Disease? At the same time that both of those pieces where fairly high on the front page, Susan Fowler's piece about sexual harassment at Uber, titled Reflecting on one very, very strange year at Uber, sat at number one. I was pleasantly surprised at the quality of the discussion there. It was much better than what I used to see on such subjects.

I started to title this piece "Mommy Bloggers" (with the quotation marks, even), because one of the comments in the discussion of one of the pieces I posted talked trash about "mommy bloggers." That really irked me a la: Ahem, the piece in question was posted by a "mommy blogger." And I never hear anyone imply that men are unscientific idiots who should not be listened to by calling them "daddy …

How to be a Modern Woman

If a man wants to play footsies with me, the answer to that is "I will give you a good time if you will give me a good time (and do not get me pregnant or give me an STD)." I think sex outside of marriage is fine. But I have no plans to ever shack up with some guy.

A traditional marriage is predicated on the idea that he is the primary breadwinner and she takes care of the household and raises the kids. This can work well to raise the standard of living of all involved parties -- man, woman and children -- but it only works well for the woman if she has legal rights to some portion of his income and assets, even after he dies or they divorce.

Without that, the years that she spent cooking and cleaning de facto enhanced his career and earning capacity at the expense of hers. When they part company, she will not be able to step into a job that pays anywhere near as much as what he currently makes.

After a divorce, statistics suggest he will probably marry someone younger …

I Met One of the Founders of Aflac Once

Aflac was founded in Columbus, Georgia in June of 1955 by the Amos brothers, John, Paul and William. I was born in Columbus, Georgia almost exactly a decade later in June of 1965.

During my divorce, after having been a military wife and homeschooling mom for a lot of years, I moved back to my hometown. I got my first full time job at Aflac at age 41.

During New Employee Orientation, I went to The Tower. It is the tallest building in Columbus and probably the only real skyscraper there. I had been there at least once before, during a high school field trip. This time, I briefly met the sole living founder, Paul Amos. He was in his eighties.

His office was lavish. I recall it containing something insanely expensive, I believe a model car made of precious metals and jewels, like platinum and gold, with tail lights and head lights made from precious stones, like diamonds and rubies. I recall this in part because it seemed to me that it stood in stark contrast to the words he spoke to …

"Homes for the Homeless" is an Oxymoron

I get so tired of seeing the phrase "homes for the homeless." It always means "we have grand plans to create incredibly crappy dwellings that cannot possibly meet current housing codes and that no one in their right mind would live in unless they were already sleeping in a dumpster."

On top of that, by definition: The minute someone has a home, they are no longer homeless.

Duh.

So, it is no wonder that plans to create "homes for the homeless" always means they have plans to create something no self respecting middle class person would ever in their right mind consider inhabiting.

I am all for creating a great deal more housing that serves the needs of "The 99 Percent." I am all for reversing decades of housing inflation of all sorts.

On average, housing has gotten dramatically larger, dramatically more luxurious and dramatically more expensive. Meanwhile, wages have stagnated for ordinary workers.

But it needs to stop being thought of …

Yet Another Bitch Session about Metafilter

So, hot on the heels of a different MeTa about AskMe, there is a new MeTa about AskMe. This one is trying to "improve" AskMe by proposing draconian restrictions that can't possibly fly, basically. Yet, they posted it and are discussing it in earnest.

I find this deeply ironic. The person who posted it has all these ideas about what makes a good question and a good answer, like they are so much smarter than everyone else, yet can't write a good proposal (in my opinion, obviously).

One of the things people are bitching about in this MeTa, as they often do in MeTa, is "people post answers just to hear themselves talk." When this complaint comes up, I tend to feel that I am one of the people they have in mind.

That isn't what I am doing. I am socially isolated and I participate in various forums in order to meet some of my social needs.

But I am one of the many people who is not part of The Cabal on Metafilter, so I am actively treated with hostili…

Maybe I'm an idiot

Excerpt of comments by me from some old conversation in some chat room somewhere on the internet: maybe I'm an idiot 15:23:00michele in califo...I just think if you want to be a successful career woman and, in theory, make deals with men, then not starting from a position of hating and blaming men is the way to go15:23:09michele in califo...but, whatever, I have no money, so maybe I am doing it wrong15:23:20michele in califo...maybe the hateful, judgey bitches got it right afterall I still don't have a lot of money, but it is getting better, against extremely long odds. Maybe I'm not an idiot.